Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.